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It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.

I've never read any of them. It was only after he spoke that I realize he was behind me. I thought he was still sitting on the bed. I run my hands over the book, my eyes catching the titles, A fresh Start, For Mbatha and Rebecca, Agony in get voice, Felicia, The betrayal, for better for worse, Evbu my love... I pulled Evbu, my love out. It's actually my best pacesetter novel. I flipped through the pages and sniffed it.

The vivid green grasses were scattered on the ground, and this place has the freshest air ever. I breathe heavily, letting the oxygen pump inside my lungs. The ground was clean and I sat near the river, leaning my back on the bark of the tree. My back tends to ache when I don’t have something to lean on. That’s why in my life, I tend to lean on my brothers. I pulled the book from my tote bag. Before I open it from where the bookmark was placed, I gulped water to refresh myself. Then I started reading. …

The book she’d left on the counter, Dreams in the Soil, had opened itself overnight, pages fluttering as if sighing. Her phone flickered violently, notifications scrolling in reversed letters or garbled symbols she couldn’t read. In the background, a muted news report murmured about “unexplained plant growth” near subway grates and abandoned rail lines, the anchors’ voices flat, almost hesitant, as though reluctant to say what they had seen. When Jules arrived, the air in the bookstore was different. Wetter, richer — not mold or rot, but the raw, earthy scent of fresh soil, of something that had broken through the surface to reach for the light.

Because—because really, it wasn’t as if I was actually going to take anything; I just wanted a little peek to see how the other half lived. No harm in that. Except, I knew better. This wasn’t right, no matter how I tried to angle it. And yet, I looked around, anyway, not leaving, but staying. The first thing that struck me was how fresh and open it felt. The air just seemed so clean and easy to breathe. I inhaled deeply, getting myself a huge lungful as if I could store some of the freshness up inside me and take it home to savor later. Then I glanced around at all the space.

It took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot

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